Novel Gel Novels & Stories

It made me feel warm, the pain long forgotten. “You're the perfect pet,” he whispered as his hand moved lower, fingers splayed over the tense plane of my stomach. They were warm, unlike the metal that was gripping hard on my nipples. They were almost distracting. He dipped a single finger into the shallow well of my navel and I flinched when held up his finger, glistening with a clear, viscous gel I hadn't seen him pick up. The smell hit me a second later. It was sharp, harsh against my nose.

This man was not to be looked down upon because it was difficult for a common person to get their hands on this particular chemical, unless… Indeed, this particular chemical could remove the freckles on her face. However, due to the nature of her skeptical attitude, she had added a thin layer of translucent, wax-like gel on her face to prepare for emergencies like this. This kind of gel was ultrathin hence its texture felt almost indistinguishable from human skin. The gel was waterproof thus the chemical from earlier could not seep through. Fortunately, the dim light in the room and that phone call that arrived in the nick of the time had rescued her.

Smiling at the memory of Aunt Elizabeth fussing over things at the Hobby Lobby craft store. Nodding, he squirted cold goo on her stomach, and she gasped, then giggled. “It’s so cold!” He chuckled, admitting, “Well, a tad I suppose, but we found that warming the gel tended to make our mamas have to pee when we apply the gel.”

{The Solution} The bottle was unassuming—sleek, white, with minimalist lettering promising silky, radiant skin. No warnings, no disclaimers. Just luxury. Lena stepped into the shower, steam curling around her as she poured the iridescent gel into her palm. The scent was intoxicating, something floral with a bitter undertone. She smoothed it over her shoulders, down her stomach, between her thighs. That's when the tingling started. Not unpleasant.

"I... a m... n o t... l e t t i n g... y o u... t o... p u t... t h i s... o n... m y... b o d y." Hyun warned her who held his hand. "Just once. Only your neck. If you did not like it than I won't apply more." "O n l y... m y... n e c k?" He wanted to confirm moreover his neck was the only place that was more itchy and was hurting as if burnt badly. Giselle took some of the gel on her fingers and gently rubbed it on the red skin. As the cool gel touched Hyun's neck, he could not help but moan softly.

Novella rushed out the offices with a Devious smile on her face. Her planed to was have Erza send her off to the Goblin there is a black market auction in the MoonLight. The Goblin love goddess blood and she would be able to get rid her. Novella had heard a horrible story about the goblin auction. Human have it that the no one has ever escaped the goblin auction house. Novella didn't waste any time she invites than drugged Erza at the dinner table, Unfortunately, the Queen and King didn't know about Novella plan. Novella paid the guards to take Erza to the goblin.

"Of course," I open the tube and squeeze the gel onto my fingers. My hand trembles just slightly as I reach between us and press it gently to his scar. He doesn't flinch but I feel a twitch in his thigh and the shallow breath he draws in. It's not from pain... at least it shouldn't be. The gel is non-irritating and shouldn't sting or hurt. It's designed to be soothing and gentle on the skin. "Does it hurt?" I ask but my voice is quieter and a bit kinder than I intended.

he told her, and she quickly moved the bowl aside and stood up. “What now?” he asked her, causing her to frown. Sandra looked at the assortment of toys and decided not to use them, unsure how, or if, they could be used on a man. Instead, she took the bottle of warming gel. Eatable warming gel, the label read giving her a wild, wicked idea. She crawled up on the bed between his spread legs and gently dripped the gel across his softened penis. Placing it in her hands, she began to massage him firmly and he quickly hardened in her grip. Sandra was amazed that he could appear so small when he wasn’t excited and so large when he was.

When she reached the final page, her fingers froze. It was a photo taken at the end of the second-floor corridor. The lens was aimed at a charred doorframe, and in the ashes below lay a small, glittering object. An empty ampoule. It hadn't shattered in the heat; the glass still caught the light. Around the rim was a residue of a dark blue, gel-like substance. Avery’s breath stopped. She had seen a description of this blue gel in Julian’s latest medication report—it was a stabilizer used in genetic pressurization. It was incredibly rare; even top-tier laboratories today hadn't fully integrated its use. Why was this in the fire seven years ago?

If this were a fake one, was this just stopping him from improving, or was the effect worse, like lowering his aura? Oh, Goddess, I hope it was not killing his wolf. “I shouldn’t have laughed, right?” Paris’s question brought me back to the present. “Send me a picture.” “One moment,” I replied, trying my best not to croak. With trembling hands, I took a pic of the cream inside and the cap of the container and sent it to her. It felt like forever before I heard something from the other line. “No. Nope. This is not Salvaben, not even the lowest intensity. The container and the cap are, but not the cream. It’s a gel— a regular gel. It could be petroleum jelly or a lubricant. There’s not even a